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4:47 am (bc my favorite times of day are when it feels like I’m the only person awake and this is close enough to when the sun rises hella early like 5:30 in the summers and sun rises > sun sets in my opinion. Also 47 only bc I didn’t know what exact time to use so I just arbitrarily picked some minutes)

You're sitting on the couch, staring out at the world that refuses to budge from the bruised blue and black of the sky. Soon enough the sun will rise, breaking up the darkness. For now, you'll sit here quietly, watching through half-lidded eyes.

When the door opens you don't react, merely meeting Yoongi's eyes in the reflection of the window as he quietly shuts the door behind him. His eyes are a different tired from yours.

His eyes are the ones that have been up all night, staring at a screen as he drug out line after line of a new song. Yours are the kind of tired that's steadily fading, taking their time in waking up to the world.

He drops his items beside the door, kicking off his shoes with the coordination of a drunk man before shuffling over to the couch. You involuntarily slump into his arms as he sits beside you.

"Just waking or heading to bed?" His voice rumbles through your back, and you let your eyes slip shut at the sound.

"Waking."

"Mm."

He's indifferent about it, merely asking for the sake of it. Together the two of you sit like that for a while yet, Yoongi's head coming down to rest atop your own. Perhaps you doze for a minute or two, because the next time you open your eyes the sky has turned to a delicate gray; heralding the upcoming sunrise.

Stretching your legs, you settle deeper into Yoongi's arms and watch the sun come up as he slumbers on.

[01:37 AM] from 𝑇𝑎𝑒𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔

Ikigai: (生き甲斐 ikigai?) is a Japanese concept that means "a reason for being". The word refers to having a direction or purpose in life, that which makes one's life worthwhile.

— Two... Almost three years compared to twenty-six is ​​nothing, but now, on nights like this when I can't stop thinking about how your hands caress my hair, the warmth of your chest and your heartbeat along with the kisses that you leave on my forehead when I'm falling asleep, that's when I realize that it took you much less time to make my life worthwhile. I love you so much... My dear ikigai.

delivered.

[18:53 PM] from Jin

— You know I always joke when I say that my face is the prettiest around, but I think you are the most beautiful thing I ever seen.

delivered.

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[3:21 PM]

pairing: park jimin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 215

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (female receiving), fingering

"F-Fuck, Jimin," you croak, tangling your hands in his hair as your boyfriend diligently glides his sinful tongue through your soaked, aching folds, gazing up at you from between your thighs with dark eyes. "M-More, please!"

Jimin chuckles against you, slurping up your juices steadily flowing from your cunt before trapping your throbbing clit between his plush, pink lips. You gasp and arch your back, whining when he lightly suckles on your sensitive bud of nerves.

How did you end up in this position again?

Oh, yes, you remember. Jimin came home from practice, shiny with sweat, his damp shirt clinging to his chest, and he pounced on you like a wild animal, his adrenaline and stamina still high from dancing. He wanted to taste you, to make you cry on his tongue, and you couldn't deny him.

"Feels good, hm?" he murmurs lowly against you, bringing one of his ringed fingers to join his mouth, sliding a digit inside you. You squeak, your legs trembling on either side of his head.

"Y-Yes!" you say breathlessly, mewling as he returns to lapping away at your sopping cunt. "F-Fuck, feels so good!"

Jimin hums, steadily pumping his digit in and out of you. "Oh, I'll make you feel better, so much better. I promise you that."

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[4:59 PM]

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 211

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (female receiving)

You're supposed to be cooking dinner.

The budae jjigae now simmers in its pot, forgotten and probably burning, the boiling water threatening to overflow. You're bent over the counter, your cheek pressed against the marble as your boyfriend's lips and tongue mercilessly attack your sopping center. Two of your own fingers are stuffed inside your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn good," Seokjin mumbles from his spot behind you, kneeled, eating you out like you're the most holiest meal ever, like he'll die if he doesn't finish you.

You uselessly whimper, your hips jolting when Seokjin swipes his tongue over your sensitive bud of nerves. The poor thing, throbbing from the stimulation it's receiving from your boyfriend. Your other hand reaches behind you to tangle itself in his black hair, a tear of pleasure streaming down your cheek.

"M-Mmph," you mewl at him, a pitiful warning of your oncoming orgasm.

"Shh," Seokjin hisses, digging his fingertips into the back of your thighs. You whimper at the pain, screwing your eyes shut. "We don't want my dongsaengs to come in here and see us like this, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Good." He slurps up some of your juices. "Now be a good girl and stay quiet."

© thekaykery 2021

[12:23 AM]

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 521

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, dirty talk/thoughts, mentions of unprotected sex (wrap before you tap)

Dick.

That's all you thought of while you watch Jeongguk perform on stage via the TV backstage, the one button on his cropped blazer the only thing keeping it from opening, even though it's useless. His entire chest and some of his torso is on display anyways, and Army absolutely loves it. You can hear the loud screaming from back here.

You're happy for him, for BTS as they perform tonight in Los Angeles for the first time in two years because of the pandemic, you really are, but you also want to go out there and attack Jeongguk.

It isn't fair, dating the world's hottest man, especially when he's wearing something like that.

You bounce in your seat as Jeongguk moves effortlessly with the music, the blazer shifting with his every action, revealing his muscular chest and abs here and there. You lick your lips. You definitely are not God's strongest soldier right now. A strong ache grows between your legs, the throbbing of wanting his nice cock in your cunt.

You are not going to give Jeongguk a nice time in the hotel room later.

Impatiently yet excitedly, you wait for the concert to end. When it does, you do your best to conceal any sort of hint of your arousal from Jeongguk, although your leg bounces the entire ride to the hotel. You walk a bit faster than normal on the way to your room, swallowing as Jeongguk unlocks the door.

Once you're inside, you toss your bag on the bed, turning and snatching Jeongguk by his jacket. You tug him forward. A sound of surprise escapes your boyfriend when your lips smash against his, which soon move eagerly against his mouth. You softly whine at the sensation, your arms twining around his neck, lifting up on your tiptoes. Jeongguk is obviously stunned, his stillness a clear sign, but his hands find your hips anyway. He returns your passionate kiss effortlessly, humming lightly against your lips.

Your affection trails down to his neck, mouthing kisses along the smooth skin. Jeongguk takes this chance to breathlessly ask, "What brought this on?"

"You looked so fucking hot tonight," you mumble in reply, nipping him here and there, your nails digging into his shoulders. "That fucking jacket drove me insane - "

A small laugh abruptly leaves your boyfriend. "Oh? Is that the cause of this?"

Hearing his teasing tone, you slow to a stop due to embarrassment, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. Hesitantly, you part from him, your eyes directed at the floor. "Yeah," you murmur, swallowing. "S-Sorry..."

Jeongguk chuckles. His hand finds your waist, tugging you forward. Your chests collide with a soft bump. Butterflies erupt. "I don't mind at all."

As a result, you both strip and find your places on the bed. Jeongguk lies beneath you while you quickly mount him, his dick slipping into you with no problem. Your noises and the squelching of your pussy echo through the room as you ride him, your hands placed on his chest. Your poor neighbors.

Afterwards, you fall asleep curled up in Jeongguk's safe embrace, snoozing the night away.

© thekaykery 2021

[12:42 AM]

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 305

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (f), orgasm denial, mentioned face riding

special tags: @playmetheclassics

This is not how you imagined your day going.

You pictured this: You and Seokjin, happily exploring Disney World and enjoying everything it has to offer, the food, rides, and all the magic and adventure. Not you pinned against the wall in a bathroom stall, your boyfriend knelt before you, his sinful lips attached to your aching pussy.

"S-Seokjin," you breathlessly whisper, your brows knitted together, your teeth worrying your lip. Outside this stall, people are coming and going, doing their business, completely oblivious to what's happening here.

Seokjin hums against you, his eyes dark and sultry while he flicks his tongue against your clit. You jolt at the stimulation, covering your mouth to muffle your quiet moan. Your other hand grips the handicap bar behind you, your knuckles white from your tight grip. The giggling of children mocks you, shaming you for your ungodly actions right now.

He continues working, lapping at your sensitive nub like a newborn kitten, occasionally suckling on it like one too. You tremble on his tongue, your toes curling in your shoes. He's been at this for a good few minutes, and you're already close.

You desperately pant into your hand, bucking your hips, greedily wanting your release, but when you're just about to tip over the edge, Seokjin breaks away, his chin shiny with your juices.

"The fuck?" you mouth at him with wide eyes, betrayal on your face.

"Now, now," Seokjin murmurs, standing, replacing your panties and skirt, "I'm not letting you cum in the bathroom. Be good for me until we get home, alright?"

You did as he ordered, your legs shaking and your cunt throbbing from the denial of your orgasm. When you arrive home a couple hours later, you ride his face for a while, enjoying his talented mouth a little better this time.

© thekaykery 2022

11:35 pm

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 2.2k

rating: 21+

warning(s): pwp, fwb, fuckboy!dom!jeongguk, sub!reader cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), oral (f), choking, spanking, creampie, slight degradation, slight use of daddy, mention of safe word but not used, implied second round

notes: @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this. i forgot to add this when i posted. ❤️

You don’t know how this happened.

About an hour ago, you came to this party in this obnoxious frat house with some friends, dressed in a skin-tight velvet dress in your favorite color. The hem fell just below your midthigh, the spaghetti straps keeping it in place on your shoulders. The dress emphasized your figure and waist, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You didn't know how many guys tried to sweet-talk you into dancing and joining them in bed.

You stayed sober for your friends’ sakes, to keep them safe, but all that flew out the window when he found you.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching you until his hand found your waist, his lips against your ear, his breath fanning over it while he whispered what he wanted to do to you. He wished to bend you over and rail the shit out of you, your dress bunched at the waist; how he desired to devour you and taste you so badly on his tongue.

Jeon Jeongguk. Heartthrob, wrecker of hearts and pussies.

He was incredibly convincing, and the way he was dressed didn’t help. A white shirt hugged his muscular torso, ridiculous pecs, broad shoulders, and abs. Black skinny jeans clung to his meaty thighs, threatening to burst the seams, his chunky stompers on his feet. Rings sat on his tattooed hand, his veins threading up his arm sleeved in more tattoos. His little kisses on your jaw and behind your ear, his lip ring cold on your skin, his deep, husky voice and playful smirk drove you up the wall.

You couldn’t deny him. You really couldn’t.

So here you are, laying on your back with your dress bundled at the waist as promised, your tits and cunt exposed to the cool air of the borrowed bedroom. Your legs hang over his shoulders, your heeled feet sitting on his back while he buries his face into your pussy. Your hands tangled in his fluffy hair, your wide eyes stare at the ceiling, a moan slipping out of you.

“F-Fuck, Jeongguk,” you croak, throwing your head back when his lips capture your clit, suckling on it like a baby. Your toes curl at his fluttering tongue.

He chuckles, the vibration causing you to jolt. You gasp for air, thighs widening to accommodate his skilled mouth better. You mewl when his tongue prods your entrance, clenching around nothing because of it, and your eyes roll as his attention returns to your sensitive bud of nerves. Sucking in a breath, you peek at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks with your cunt in his face.

Your hips roll and circle on his receiving and ready tongue, trembling at the stimulation. You hear him hum, rapidly lapping away, your jaw dropping. You softly squeal, your back arching.

“J-Jeongguk,” you manage to say, hissing at his harsh suckling. Your pussy throbs, aching for something to fill you up. You buck against his mouth, tugging on his hair.

“Yes?” he rasps, never ceasing, continuing to tease you. He slurps up your juices, the sound incredibly obscene yet erotic.

You pant, your brain scrambling for words. “N-Need you.”

“Oh?” Jeongguk finally parts from your pussy, lips and chin shiny. You blush while he cleans your mess with his tongue, wiping the rest of it off with his hand. He crawls on top of you, piercings glinting in the room's dim light. His hips slot between your legs, his naked cock nestling against your cunt.

“What do you mean?”

You whimper again at his teasing, arms and legs twining around him. Your lips attach to his neck and jaw.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you huff out.

A contented hum leaves him, his callused touch drifting over your body. You arch into his hands, spreading you further apart, exposing your pulsing center to him. He reaches down to align with you, and your throat tightens in excitement. He needs to push in.

“Jeongguk,” you grumble, impatiently dropping your head on the pillow. You lift your hips, attempting to slip him inside, but he pins you to the bed.

“Be patient, little girl,” Jeongguk murmurs, wickedly smirking. Being the little shit he is, he dips his tip inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and mewl. Then he withdraws a second later. He repeats this a few times, and you grow frustrated with every passing moment.

Whining like a baby, you pout at him, tired of him teasing you. You stick a hand between your legs to rub your clit, but you’re promptly growled at, hand smacked away. Fingers wrap around your neck, rings cold, and you stifle a moan. It’s his right hand, meaning you have a premium view of his tattoos and veins. Your gaze trails up to his face, his eyes burning with fire.

“What did I just say?” he barks, tightening his grip. You close your eyes and press your lips tightly together, your walls squeezing at the lack of air.

“Be patient,” you echo, dazedly lifting your lids.

“Then do it.”

You slowly nod, your attention flickering to his cock, which he finally slips inside you. A groan leaves both of you as Jeongguk carefully pushes in, your cunt eagerly greeting him, taking him for all he’s worth. The stretch burns deliciously. You gaze at each other the entire time, a little squeak escaping you when he’s fully sheathed within you. You exhale while he pants, his body a tight cord of muscle above you, ready to snap in a second.

“You feel so good,” Jeongguk rasps, his expression the one of a man whipped for pussy. “Fuck…”

You lay there in bliss, your breaths labored. You settle into silence, your panting mixing, the atmosphere heavy with sex and desire. He’s so thick and long, touching all those places you’re reminded of, so full, filled to the brim with Jeongguk’s delightful dick. He’s waiting for your signal, just like the last session.

This isn’t the first time you and Jeongguk have fucked. You’d been so drunk the night you let him rail you, and when you woke up in your apartment in the morning, your body still ached with his touch, his kisses, the sensation of his cock stuffed deep inside you. You hadn’t known his name or face, but the next time he found you at another party, you remembered, and you learned his name was Jeongguk.

And he knew you as the girl with the unforgettable pussy.

“I’ve been wondering where you were,” he had told you, a finger trailing along your jaw, his voice smooth and husky. His breath smelled like alcohol, and he smelled like the forest and fresh air, the musk of freshwater, all mixed together.

“I don’t know you,” you replied, already tipsy.

“No, but your body knows me,” he said. And he was right.

And although you’ve been fucking since then, feelings haven’t gotten involved. Not that you know of, anyway. If Jeongguk feels something romantic for you, he’s been doing a good job hiding it. As for you, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t pound harder around him.

“Okay,” you finally say, flopping your arms above your head, elongating your torso. You spot his eyes flickering to your tits for a moment. “Go ahead.”

Jeongguk shifts to his forearms with a grunt, holding steady as he carefully withdraws. A low moan leaves both of you. For you, it’s the emptiness, and for him, the lack of warmth and tightness. Once it’s just his tip remaining, he slowly plunges back in. Your eyes roll, a little whine rippling in your throat. Jeongguk softly hisses, his hands gliding up to yours, twining your fingers together, the action itself sweet.

He keeps this pace for a small while, letting you adjust to his girth. His lips drift over your jaw and neck, his breath hot on your skin.

Soon enough, there’s a mutual agreement between you. You shift beneath him, lifting your hips, and Jeongguk moves to his knees, his hands finding the bed at your sides. He quickens his speed, making you moan. The sound of your skin clapping gently echoes through the room, but it’ll grow louder eventually. Your tits bounce lightly in time with his thrusts, the drag of his veiny cock against your walls so addicting, the ridges heightening the pleasure.

With some struggle, you meet his stare. His jaw clenches, his brows furrowed, teeth nibbling his lip while he rocks into you, back and forth, his balls lightly smacking your second hole. You reach to caress his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. Jeongguk moans, passionately returning your kiss, his tempo growing slightly sensual and deep. This causes his tip to nudge that sweet spot inside you perfectly, and you loudly whine, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Jeongguk,” you pant, your feet planted on the bed, now rolling your hips in time with his. He shakily exhales, his nose nudging yours with each movement. “Fucking me so good.”

“Of course,” he groans in response, supporting you with one arm of his own on your waist. “Pussy was made for me.”

You breathlessly laugh against his lips, your pussy clenching around him. Jeongguk grunts, losing his pace for a second to harshly snap into you. You yelp, but your eyes roll, head falling backwards and hanging. His mouth finds your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to it, teeth nipping here and there.

Both of you are growing desperate. You know each other too well by now to recognize the signs of eagerness brewing between you. Jeongguk slides out, allowing you to scurry to your knees and turn around. You lean forward on your hands, perking your ass for him as he assumes his spot behind you. This is your favorite position. He gets to see your cheeks jiggle, and his tip will hit that spot so perfectly it makes you see stars.

His cock returns inside you without a hiccup. A little moan leaves you, feeling his hard body against your back. His right hand gripping the headboard in front of you, the other on your hip.

“Ready?” he murmurs in your ear. You nod, biting your lip, anticipating the destruction of your cunt. “Know the word?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, wiggling your ass at him, smirking at the grunt you receive for it. You bite your lip with a smile when he spanks you, humming at the lingering sting. “Come on… Hurry.”

He gently hushes you, starting a slow pace again, just to let you adjust to this new angle. You lightly moan, rocking yourself back into him, your pussy throbbing with every thrust. This tender tempo doesn’t last long, though. You squeal the instant he speeds up, his hips rapidly flying like a well-oiled machine. His balls slap against your clit, providing the poor thing with the stimulation it needs.

“O-Oh, fuck!” you moan, your fingers digging into the sheets while Jeongguk grunts and groans, your thighs stinging a bit from the impact of his own. “God, fucking me so good.”

The tattooed hand on the headboard disappears with a metal flash, joining its twin at your hips. He wildly ruts into you, your breasts jolting in unison with him, listening to him moan and hiss behind you. You fall forward, face meeting the pillow, now fully submitting to him. You hear him growl in approval, and you grin a little while he keeps ramming you like an animal. The quick glide of his cock on your walls draws you closer and closer to that edge you love falling over so much, your body singing with joy.

“G-Guk,” you croak, your hand finding his, tightly clutching one of his fingers as a warning.

“You gonna cum for me?” Jeongguk pants, his voice strained with concentration and pleasure. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Be a good girl and make a nice, big mess, yeah?”

“U-Uh-huh!” you wail, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your growing noises. “J-Jeongguk!”

“Cum for me, slut,” he growls, spanking you again.

“Cum for Daddy.”

That title sends you over the edge. You squeal into the pillow, your body stiffening and locking up as Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm. His cock is almost too much, making you sob and squirm. Your clenching makes him join you in ultimate euphoria, doubling over and nearly crushing you with his weight. His throaty groan has you shivering, but feeling him dump his warm cum in you satiates you. Just a little.

You lightly hum, slowly relaxing beneath him. You lie there, panting and calming down, and you feel his lips ghost over the spot behind your ear. Goosebumps appear on your skin because of it.

“Such a good cunt,” Jeongguk murmurs. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

You softly snort and shake your head at him, shivering when he slowly withdraws from you completely. Your mixed cum shortly follows, hot and thick as it drips down your thighs. You glance at Jeongguk, finding him greedily staring with a hungry gaze.

“You gonna clean me up?” you tease, shaking your ass at him.

He stifles a moan, and you giggle, watching his softened cock harden. You reach between your legs and pet your used pussy. This earns you a whine, and your hand is replaced with his mouth. His tongue drags through your pussy, occasionally flitting over your clit. You moan gently, letting him swallow the mess you both created. His lapping makes you wet again.

You hear movement. Looking down to... find Jeongguk lying between your thighs?

“Ride my face?” he breathlessly suggests, his lip ring twinkling with his smirk.

Humming, you lower yourself onto his awaiting tongue.

“Of course.”

© thekaykery 2022

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[11:35 PM]

member: jeon jeongguk

category: smut

word count: 2.2k

rating: 18+

warning(s): pwp, fwb, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), oral (f), choking, spanking, creampie, slight degradation, slight use of daddy, mention of safe word but not used, implied second round

note(s): @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this. i forgot to add this when i posted this. ❤️

You don’t know how this happened.

About an hour ago, you came to this party in this obnoxious frat house with some friends, dressed in a skin-tight velvet dress in your favorite color. The hem fell just below your midthigh, the spaghetti straps keeping it in place on your shoulders. The dress emphasized your figure and waist, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You didn't know how many guys tried to sweet-talk you into dancing and joining them in bed.

You stayed sober for your friends’ sakes, to keep them safe, but all that flew out the window when he found you.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching you until his hand found your waist, his lips against your ear, his breath fanning over it while he whispered what he wanted to do to you. He wished to bend you over and rail the shit out of you, your dress bunched at the waist; how he desired to devour you and taste you so badly on his tongue.

Jeon Jeongguk. Heartthrob, wrecker of hearts and pussies.

He was incredibly convincing, and the way he was dressed didn’t help. A white shirt hugged his muscular torso, ridiculous pecs, broad shoulders, and abs. Black skinny jeans clung to his meaty thighs, threatening to burst the seams, his chunky stompers on his feet. Rings sat on his tattooed hand, his veins threading up his arm sleeved in more tattoos. His little kisses on your jaw and behind your ear, his lip ring cold on your skin, his deep, husky voice and playful smirk drove you up the wall.

You couldn’t deny him. You really couldn’t.

So here you are, laying on your back with your dress bundled at the waist as promised, your tits and cunt exposed to the cool air of the borrowed bedroom. Your legs hang over his shoulders, your heeled feet sitting on his back while he buries his face into your pussy. Your hands tangled in his fluffy hair, your wide eyes stare at the ceiling, a moan slipping out of you.

“F-Fuck, Jeongguk,” you croak, throwing your head back when his lips capture your clit, suckling on it like a baby. Your toes curl at his fluttering tongue.

He chuckles, the vibration causing you to jolt. You gasp for air, thighs widening to accommodate his skilled mouth better. You mewl when his tongue prods your entrance, clenching around nothing because of it, and your eyes roll as his attention returns to your sensitive bud of nerves. Sucking in a breath, you peek at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks with your cunt in his face.

Your hips roll and circle on his receiving and ready tongue, trembling at the stimulation. You hear him hum, rapidly lapping away, your jaw dropping. You softly squeal, your back arching.

“J-Jeongguk,” you manage to say, hissing at his harsh suckling. Your pussy throbs, aching for something to fill you up. You buck against his mouth, tugging on his hair.

“Yes?” he rasps, never ceasing, continuing to tease you. He slurps up your juices, the sound incredibly obscene yet erotic.

You pant, your brain scrambling for words. “N-Need you.”

“Oh?” Jeongguk finally parts from your pussy, lips and chin shiny. You blush while he cleans your mess with his tongue, wiping the rest of it off with his hand. He crawls on top of you, piercings glinting in the room's dim light. His hips slot between your legs, his naked cock nestling against your cunt.

“What do you mean?”

You whimper again at his teasing, arms and legs twining around him. Your lips attach to his neck and jaw.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you huffed out.

A contented hum leaves him, his callused touch drifting over your body. As you arch into his hands, spreading you further apart, exposing your pulsing center to him. He reaches down to align with you, and your throat tightens in excitement. He needs to push in.

“Jeongguk,” you huff, impatiently dropping your head on the pillow. You lift your hips, attempting to slip him inside, but he pins you to the bed.

“Be patient, little girl,” Jeongguk murmurs, wickedly smirking. Being the little shit he is, he dips his tip inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and mewl. Then he withdraws a second later. He repeats this a few times, and you grow frustrated with every passing moment.

Whining like a baby, you pout at him, tired of him teasing you. You stick a hand between your legs to rub your clit, but you’re promptly growled at, hand smacked away. Fingers wrap around your neck, rings cold, and you stifle a moan. It’s his right hand, meaning you have a premium view of his tattoos and veins. Your gaze trails up to his face, his eyes burning with fire.

“What did I just say?” he barks, tightening his grip. You close your eyes and press your lips tightly together, your walls squeezing at the lack of air.

“Be patient,” you echo, dazedly lifting your lids.

“Then do it.”

You slowly nod, your attention flickering to his cock, which he finally slips inside you. A groan leaves both of you as Jeongguk carefully pushes in, your cunt eagerly greeting him, taking him for all he’s worth. The stretch burns deliciously. You gaze at each other the entire time, a little squeak escaping you when he’s fully sheathed within you. You exhale while he pants, his body a tight cord of muscle above you, ready to snap in a second.

“You feel so good,” Jeongguk rasps, his expression the one of a man whipped for pussy. “Fuck…”

You lay there in bliss, your breaths labored. You settle into silence, your panting mixing, the atmosphere heavy with sex and desire. He’s so thick and long, touching all those places you’re reminded of, so full, filled to the brim with Jeongguk’s delightful dick. He’s waiting for your signal, just like the last session.

This isn’t the first time you and Jeongguk have fucked. You’d been so drunk the night you let him rail you, and when you woke up in your apartment in the morning, your body still ached with his touch, his kisses, the sensation of his cock stuffed deep inside you. You hadn’t known his name or face, but the next time he found you at another party, you remembered, and you learned his name was Jeongguk.

And he knew you as the girl with the unforgettable pussy.

“I’ve been wondering where you were,” he had told me, a finger trailing along my jaw, his voice smooth and husky. His breath smelled like alcohol, and he smelled like the forest and fresh air, the musk of freshwater, all mixed together.

“I don’t know you,” you replied, already tipsy.

“No, but your body knows me,” he said. And he was right.

And although you’ve been fucking since then, feelings haven’t gotten involved. Not that you know of, anyway. If Jeongguk feels something romantic for you, he’s been doing a good job hiding it. As for you, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t pound harder around him.

“Okay,” you finally say, flopping your arms above your head, elongating your torso. You spot his eyes flickering to your tits for a moment. “Go ahead.”

Jeongguk shifts to his forearms with a grunt, holding steady as he carefully withdraws. A low moan leaves both of you. For you, it’s the emptiness, and for him, the lack of warmth and tightness. Once it’s just his tip remaining, he slowly plunges back in. Your eyes roll, a little whine rippling in your throat. Jeongguk softly hisses, his hands gliding up to yours, twining your fingers together, the action itself sweet.

He keeps this pace for a small while, letting me adjust to his girth. His lips drift over your jaw and neck, his breath hot on your skin.

Soon enough, there’s a mutual agreement between you. You shift beneath him, lifting your hips, and Jeongguk moves to his knees, his hands finding the bed at my sides. He quickens his speed, making you moan. The sound of your skin clapping gently echoes through the room, but it’ll grow louder eventually. Your tits bounce lightly in time with his thrusts, the drag of his veiny cock against your walls so addicting, the ridges heightening the pleasure.

With some struggle, you meet his stare. His jaw clenches, his brows furrowed, teeth nibbling his lip while he rocks into you, back and forth, his balls lightly smacking your second hole. You reach to caress his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. Jeongguk moans, passionately returning your kiss, his tempo growing slightly sensual and deep. This causes his tip to nudge that sweet spot inside you perfectly, and you loudly whine, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Jeongguk,” you pant, your feet planted on the bed, now rolling your hips in time with his. He shakily exhales, his nose nudging yours with each movement. “Fucking me so good.”

“Of course,” he groans in response, supporting me with one arm of his own on my waist. “Pussy was made for me.”

You breathlessly laugh against his lips, your pussy clenching around him. Jeongguk grunts, losing his pace for a second to harshly snap into you. You yelp, but your eyes roll, head falling backwards and hanging. His mouth finds your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to it, teeth nipping here and there.

Both of you are growing desperate. You know each other too well by now to recognize the signs of eagerness brewing between you. Jeongguk slides out, allowing you to scurry to your knees and turn around. You lean forward on your hands, perking your ass for him as he assumes his spot behind you. This is your favorite position. He gets to see your cheeks jiggle, and his tip will hit that spot so perfectly it makes you see stars.

His cock returns inside you without a hiccup. A little moan leaves you, feeling his hard body against your back. His right hand gripping the headboard in front of you, the other on your hip.

“Ready?” he murmurs in your ear. You nod, biting your lip, anticipating the destruction of your cunt. “Know the word?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, wiggling your ass at him, smirking at the grunt you receive for it. You bite your lip with a smile when he spanks you, humming at the lingering sting. “Come on… Hurry.”

He gently hushes you, starting a slow pace again, just to let you adjust to this new angle. You lightly moan, rocking yourself back into him, your pussy throbbing with every thrust. This tender tempo doesn’t last long, though. You squeal the instant he speeds up, his hips rapidly flying like a well-oiled machine. His balls slap against your clit, providing the poor thing with the stimulation it needs.

“O-Oh, fuck!” you moan, your fingers digging into the sheets while Jeongguk grunts and groans, your thighs stinging a bit from the impact of his own. “God, fucking me so good.”

The tattooed hand on the headboard disappears with a metal flash, joining its twin at your hips. He wildly ruts into you, your breasts jolting in unison with him, listening to him moan and hiss behind you. You fall forward, face meeting the pillow, now fully submitting to him. You hear him growl in approval, and you grin a little while he keeps ramming you like an animal. The quick glide of his cock on your walls draws you closer and closer to that edge you love falling over so much, your body singing with joy.

“G-Guk,” you croak, your hand finding his, tightly clutching one of his fingers as a warning.

“You gonna cum for me?” Jeongguk pants, his voice strained with concentration and pleasure. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Be a good girl and make a nice, big mess, yeah?”

“U-Uh-huh!” you wail, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your growing noises. “J-Jeongguk!”

“Cum for me, slut,” he growls, spanking you again.

“Cum for Daddy.”

That title sends you over the edge. You squeal into the pillow, your body stiffening and locking up as Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm. His cock is almost too much, making you sob and squirm. My clenching makes him join you in ultimate euphoria, doubling over and nearly crushing you with his weight. His throaty groan has you shivering, but feeling him dump his warm cum in you satiates you. Just a little.

You lightly hum, slowly relaxing beneath him. You lie there, panting and calming down, and you feel his lips ghost over the spot behind your ear. Goosebumps appear on your skin because of it.

“Such a good cunt,” Jeongguk murmurs. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

You softly snort and shake your head at him, shivering when he slowly withdraws from you completely. Your mixed cum shortly follows, hot and thick as it drips down your thighs. You glance at Jeongguk, finding him greedily staring with a hungry gaze.

“You gonna clean me up?” you tease, shaking your ass at him.

He stifles a moan, and you giggle, watching his softened cock harden. You reach between your legs and pet your used pussy. This earns you a whine, and your hand is replaced with his mouth. His tongue drags through your pussy, occasionally flitting over your clit. You moan gently, letting him swallow the mess you both created. His lapping makes you wet again.

You hear movement. Looking down to find Jeongguk lying between your thighs?

“Ride my face?” he breathlessly suggests, his lip ring twinkling with his smirk.

Humming, you lower yourself onto his awaiting tongue.

“Of course.”

© babiekaykes 2022

1K NOTES??????

y'all are horny

[11:35 PM]

member: jeon jeongguk

category: smut

word count: 2.2k

rating: 21+

warning(s): pwp, fwb, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), oral (f), choking, spanking, creampie, slight degradation, slight use of daddy, mention of safe word but not used, implied second round

note(s): @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this. i forgot to add this when i posted this. ❤️

You don’t know how this happened.

About an hour ago, you came to this party in this obnoxious frat house with some friends, dressed in a skin-tight velvet dress in your favorite color. The hem fell just below your midthigh, the spaghetti straps keeping it in place on your shoulders. The dress emphasized your figure and waist, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You didn't know how many guys tried to sweet-talk you into dancing and joining them in bed.

You stayed sober for your friends’ sakes, to keep them safe, but all that flew out the window when he found you.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching you until his hand found your waist, his lips against your ear, his breath fanning over it while he whispered what he wanted to do to you. He wished to bend you over and rail the shit out of you, your dress bunched at the waist; how he desired to devour you and taste you so badly on his tongue.

Jeon Jeongguk. Heartthrob, wrecker of hearts and pussies.

He was incredibly convincing, and the way he was dressed didn’t help. A white shirt hugged his muscular torso, ridiculous pecs, broad shoulders, and abs. Black skinny jeans clung to his meaty thighs, threatening to burst the seams, his chunky stompers on his feet. Rings sat on his tattooed hand, his veins threading up his arm sleeved in more tattoos. His little kisses on your jaw and behind your ear, his lip ring cold on your skin, his deep, husky voice and playful smirk drove you up the wall.

You couldn’t deny him. You really couldn’t.

So here you are, laying on your back with your dress bundled at the waist as promised, your tits and cunt exposed to the cool air of the borrowed bedroom. Your legs hang over his shoulders, your heeled feet sitting on his back while he buries his face into your pussy. Your hands tangled in his fluffy hair, your wide eyes stare at the ceiling, a moan slipping out of you.

“F-Fuck, Jeongguk,” you croak, throwing your head back when his lips capture your clit, suckling on it like a baby. Your toes curl at his fluttering tongue.

He chuckles, the vibration causing you to jolt. You gasp for air, thighs widening to accommodate his skilled mouth better. You mewl when his tongue prods your entrance, clenching around nothing because of it, and your eyes roll as his attention returns to your sensitive bud of nerves. Sucking in a breath, you peek at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks with your cunt in his face.

Your hips roll and circle on his receiving and ready tongue, trembling at the stimulation. You hear him hum, rapidly lapping away, your jaw dropping. You softly squeal, your back arching.

“J-Jeongguk,” you manage to say, hissing at his harsh suckling. Your pussy throbs, aching for something to fill you up. You buck against his mouth, tugging on his hair.

“Yes?” he rasps, never ceasing, continuing to tease you. He slurps up your juices, the sound incredibly obscene yet erotic.

You pant, your brain scrambling for words. “N-Need you.”

“Oh?” Jeongguk finally parts from your pussy, lips and chin shiny. You blush while he cleans your mess with his tongue, wiping the rest of it off with his hand. He crawls on top of you, piercings glinting in the room's dim light. His hips slot between your legs, his naked cock nestling against your cunt.

“What do you mean?”

You whimper again at his teasing, arms and legs twining around him. Your lips attach to his neck and jaw.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you huffed out.

A contented hum leaves him, his callused touch drifting over your body. As you arch into his hands, spreading you further apart, exposing your pulsing center to him. He reaches down to align with you, and your throat tightens in excitement. He needs to push in.

“Jeongguk,” you huff, impatiently dropping your head on the pillow. You lift your hips, attempting to slip him inside, but he pins you to the bed.

“Be patient, little girl,” Jeongguk murmurs, wickedly smirking. Being the little shit he is, he dips his tip inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and mewl. Then he withdraws a second later. He repeats this a few times, and you grow frustrated with every passing moment.

Whining like a baby, you pout at him, tired of him teasing you. You stick a hand between your legs to rub your clit, but you’re promptly growled at, hand smacked away. Fingers wrap around your neck, rings cold, and you stifle a moan. It’s his right hand, meaning you have a premium view of his tattoos and veins. Your gaze trails up to his face, his eyes burning with fire.

“What did I just say?” he barks, tightening his grip. You close your eyes and press your lips tightly together, your walls squeezing at the lack of air.

“Be patient,” you echo, dazedly lifting your lids.

“Then do it.”

You slowly nod, your attention flickering to his cock, which he finally slips inside you. A groan leaves both of you as Jeongguk carefully pushes in, your cunt eagerly greeting him, taking him for all he’s worth. The stretch burns deliciously. You gaze at each other the entire time, a little squeak escaping you when he’s fully sheathed within you. You exhale while he pants, his body a tight cord of muscle above you, ready to snap in a second.

“You feel so good,” Jeongguk rasps, his expression the one of a man whipped for pussy. “Fuck…”

You lay there in bliss, your breaths labored. You settle into silence, your panting mixing, the atmosphere heavy with sex and desire. He’s so thick and long, touching all those places you’re reminded of, so full, filled to the brim with Jeongguk’s delightful dick. He’s waiting for your signal, just like the last session.

This isn’t the first time you and Jeongguk have fucked. You’d been so drunk the night you let him rail you, and when you woke up in your apartment in the morning, your body still ached with his touch, his kisses, the sensation of his cock stuffed deep inside you. You hadn’t known his name or face, but the next time he found you at another party, you remembered, and you learned his name was Jeongguk.

And he knew you as the girl with the unforgettable pussy.

“I’ve been wondering where you were,” he had told me, a finger trailing along my jaw, his voice smooth and husky. His breath smelled like alcohol, and he smelled like the forest and fresh air, the musk of freshwater, all mixed together.

“I don’t know you,” you replied, already tipsy.

“No, but your body knows me,” he said. And he was right.

And although you’ve been fucking since then, feelings haven’t gotten involved. Not that you know of, anyway. If Jeongguk feels something romantic for you, he’s been doing a good job hiding it. As for you, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t pound harder around him.

“Okay,” you finally say, flopping your arms above your head, elongating your torso. You spot his eyes flickering to your tits for a moment. “Go ahead.”

Jeongguk shifts to his forearms with a grunt, holding steady as he carefully withdraws. A low moan leaves both of you. For you, it’s the emptiness, and for him, the lack of warmth and tightness. Once it’s just his tip remaining, he slowly plunges back in. Your eyes roll, a little whine rippling in your throat. Jeongguk softly hisses, his hands gliding up to yours, twining your fingers together, the action itself sweet.

He keeps this pace for a small while, letting me adjust to his girth. His lips drift over your jaw and neck, his breath hot on your skin.

Soon enough, there’s a mutual agreement between you. You shift beneath him, lifting your hips, and Jeongguk moves to his knees, his hands finding the bed at my sides. He quickens his speed, making you moan. The sound of your skin clapping gently echoes through the room, but it’ll grow louder eventually. Your tits bounce lightly in time with his thrusts, the drag of his veiny cock against your walls so addicting, the ridges heightening the pleasure.

With some struggle, you meet his stare. His jaw clenches, his brows furrowed, teeth nibbling his lip while he rocks into you, back and forth, his balls lightly smacking your second hole. You reach to caress his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. Jeongguk moans, passionately returning your kiss, his tempo growing slightly sensual and deep. This causes his tip to nudge that sweet spot inside you perfectly, and you loudly whine, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Jeongguk,” you pant, your feet planted on the bed, now rolling your hips in time with his. He shakily exhales, his nose nudging yours with each movement. “Fucking me so good.”

“Of course,” he groans in response, supporting me with one arm of his own on my waist. “Pussy was made for me.”

You breathlessly laugh against his lips, your pussy clenching around him. Jeongguk grunts, losing his pace for a second to harshly snap into you. You yelp, but your eyes roll, head falling backwards and hanging. His mouth finds your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to it, teeth nipping here and there.

Both of you are growing desperate. You know each other too well by now to recognize the signs of eagerness brewing between you. Jeongguk slides out, allowing you to scurry to your knees and turn around. You lean forward on your hands, perking your ass for him as he assumes his spot behind you. This is your favorite position. He gets to see your cheeks jiggle, and his tip will hit that spot so perfectly it makes you see stars.

His cock returns inside you without a hiccup. A little moan leaves you, feeling his hard body against your back. His right hand gripping the headboard in front of you, the other on your hip.

“Ready?” he murmurs in your ear. You nod, biting your lip, anticipating the destruction of your cunt. “Know the word?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, wiggling your ass at him, smirking at the grunt you receive for it. You bite your lip with a smile when he spanks you, humming at the lingering sting. “Come on… Hurry.”

He gently hushes you, starting a slow pace again, just to let you adjust to this new angle. You lightly moan, rocking yourself back into him, your pussy throbbing with every thrust. This tender tempo doesn’t last long, though. You squeal the instant he speeds up, his hips rapidly flying like a well-oiled machine. His balls slap against your clit, providing the poor thing with the stimulation it needs.

“O-Oh, fuck!” you moan, your fingers digging into the sheets while Jeongguk grunts and groans, your thighs stinging a bit from the impact of his own. “God, fucking me so good.”

The tattooed hand on the headboard disappears with a metal flash, joining its twin at your hips. He wildly ruts into you, your breasts jolting in unison with him, listening to him moan and hiss behind you. You fall forward, face meeting the pillow, now fully submitting to him. You hear him growl in approval, and you grin a little while he keeps ramming you like an animal. The quick glide of his cock on your walls draws you closer and closer to that edge you love falling over so much, your body singing with joy.

“G-Guk,” you croak, your hand finding his, tightly clutching one of his fingers as a warning.

“You gonna cum for me?” Jeongguk pants, his voice strained with concentration and pleasure. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Be a good girl and make a nice, big mess, yeah?”

“U-Uh-huh!” you wail, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your growing noises. “J-Jeongguk!”

“Cum for me, slut,” he growls, spanking you again.

“Cum for Daddy.”

That title sends you over the edge. You squeal into the pillow, your body stiffening and locking up as Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm. His cock is almost too much, making you sob and squirm. My clenching makes him join you in ultimate euphoria, doubling over and nearly crushing you with his weight. His throaty groan has you shivering, but feeling him dump his warm cum in you satiates you. Just a little.

You lightly hum, slowly relaxing beneath him. You lie there, panting and calming down, and you feel his lips ghost over the spot behind your ear. Goosebumps appear on your skin because of it.

“Such a good cunt,” Jeongguk murmurs. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

You softly snort and shake your head at him, shivering when he slowly withdraws from you completely. Your mixed cum shortly follows, hot and thick as it drips down your thighs. You glance at Jeongguk, finding him greedily staring with a hungry gaze.

“You gonna clean me up?” you tease, shaking your ass at him.

He stifles a moan, and you giggle, watching his softened cock harden. You reach between your legs and pet your used pussy. This earns you a whine, and your hand is replaced with his mouth. His tongue drags through your pussy, occasionally flitting over your clit. You moan gently, letting him swallow the mess you both created. His lapping makes you wet again.

You hear movement. Looking down to find Jeongguk lying between your thighs?

“Ride my face?” he breathlessly suggests, his lip ring twinkling with his smirk.

Humming, you lower yourself onto his awaiting tongue.

“Of course.”

© babiekaykes 2022

bts timestamps

ot7:

2:37 PM

➳ crack, fluff

seokjin:

4:59 PM

➳ smut

12:42 AM

➳ smut

hoseok:

4:42 PM

➳ fluff

jimin:

3:21 PM

➳ smut

taehyung:

3:49 PM

➳ smut

4:10 PM

➳ smut

jeongguk:

12:28 PM

➳ smut

12:23 AM

➳ smut

10:46 PM

➳ smut

writer for @k-vanity

© thekaykery 2023

[2:37 PM]

pairing: ot7 x gn!reader

category: crack, fluff

word count: 539

rating: g

warning(s): cursing, reader is a competitive sore loser, namjoon destruction

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks you.

You nod. “Yes.”

Namjoon gazes at you, expression serious. “There’s no backing out.”

“I understand,” you tell him, “but my decision is final.”

“Alright.” Namjoon sighs. “I’m sorry it has to be this way, but…”

You quirk a brow.

He lays down a draw 4. “I pick green.”

“You shithead!” you whine, glaring at him as you take four cards into your ever-growing hand. “I hate you.”

“Now, now, children, let’s watch our mouths,” Seokjin tells you, although he pointedly looks at you.

You sigh, slumping a bit in your spot while Taehyung scans his hand before laying down a green 3. Jimin drops a 7, and Jeongguk tosses a 9.

The order of the circle goes like this, going clockwise from your position: Taehyung, Jimin, Jeongguk, Yoongi, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon. You’re on Namjoon’s receiving hand, which is not a good spot, in your opinion. You have at least 15 cards in your hand while everyone else has less than 10.

You swear this game is rigged, that they’re all teaming up against you.

Yoongi plays his card, a draw 2. Seokjin plops a red one. Hoseok adds another red draw 2, then Namjoon a blue one.

And of course you don’t have one to add so you don’t have to draw.

“Fuck this shit!” you grumble, yet you draw 8 cards anyway. Your competitive nature denies you from backing out, that you still have a chance to win even though the situation is bleak.

Another round passes. Namjoon declares Uno, holding a single card left. You can only hope Hoseok will fuck him up so he doesn’t win, but the likelihood of Namjoon having a wild card is high, knowing his insane luck. You play a yellow 3, practically feeling sweat rolling down your spine. Your tummy grows queasier as each member plays a card, and you feel about ready to vomit when it’s Namjoon’s turn.

Please don’t play a wild card, or a matching color, you internally beg to whoever’s listening upstairs. Please…

Namjoon sighs. “Well, apologies, guys.”

You screech in complete devastation when Namjoon plays a regular wild card. The other members groan in defeat. You smack your cards on the floor and tackle Namjoon, straddling him while punching Namjoon’s chest with a fist.

“You asshole!” you say, so mad you feel like you’ll combust. “You sonavabitch! I hate you!”

Jeongguk has to lift you off Namjoon, who’s grinning at your sore loss. You struggle in Jeongguk’s grip, kicking your feet, wriggling, trying to attack the bastard who destroyed you.

“Lemme at him!” you seethe. “Lemme rip out his throat!”

“Okay, time for timeout,” Seokjin says, sighing and shaking his head. “Jeongguk, take them away.”

“Yes, sir.” Jeongguk lifts you over his shoulder, and you scream in frustration, pounding his back in distaste, yet your hits have no effect on the muscular dude.

You’re limp when Jeongguk dumps you on your bed, pouting like a baby.

“You’re fine,” he tells you, lying beside you with his phone in hand. Out of all the members, you feel closest to Jeongguk, since he’s the same age as you. “Let’s watch some animal vids.”

You huff. “Fine."

© thekaykery 2022

[10:46 PM]

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 518

rating: 18+

warning(s): dom!bf!jeongguk, sub!gf!reader, cursing, pet names, praise, a blowjob, cum play(?) (if showing him swallowing it counts)

notes: happy birthday to my favorite boy in the entire world. thank you for making me laugh and smile every day. without you, i would not be here. thank you for saving me. ❤️

"Jesus Christ."

His moan sends a shiver down your spine. You pounced on your boyfriend the moment he entered the apartment.

Over the past few weeks, Jeongguk has been getting sexier, his black hair growing out to the bottom of his neck, his tattoos continuing to multiply on his arms, his body toning and strengthening itself.

You really couldn't resist.

Especially when it's his birthday.

"Y/N," Jeongguk rasps, his hand tangled in your hair while you bob your head up and down his length, dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his cock each time you lift upwards. "Fuck, baby…"

You hum lightly around him, your hand stroking what you can't fit in your mouth. Jeongguk had been blessed with a glorious girth and size, and your untrained throat won't be able to fit all of him. This is only the third time you've ever blown him. Sexual intimacy is still a new development in your relationship, since you've only been dating for about 6 months now.

"God, you're so fucking good to me," Jeongguk groans, his head falling back on the couch. His hips lightly buck up into your mouth, his thigh tense beneath your free hand. "Such a good fucking girl, sucking me off on my birthday. Is this my birthday present? Hm?"

You gaze up at him with your wide eyes, unable to answer with your stuffed mouth, simply whimpering around him in response. Jeongguk lightly yet breathlessly laughs, and it transforms into a low moan when you hollow your cheeks, his tip resting on your tongue, the suction causing him to shake above you.

"Shit, baby…" Jeongguk hisses, holding your head still to frantically slam his cock into your mouth, the sudden abuse to your throat making you gag. "Relax, shh…"

Screwing your eyes shut, you focus on releasing your reflex, which helps slightly, his tip sliding past it with some ease. His noises leave him in a broken mantra, creeping closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Where do you want my cum, baby?" he croaks, glancing down at you questioningly. You lock your lips around him tighter, which has him whimpering. "Christ, so fucking good to me, letting me cum down your throat like the good girl you are…"

A few more thrusts, and Jeongguk finally unravels, a high-pitched mewl slipping out of him as his load spurts from his tip, releasing inside your mouth. You grimace at the bittersweet, salty taste of his cum. It's a flavor you'll never get used to. When his softening cock slides out of your mouth, connecting your lips to him with a string of saliva, you display your cum-sodden tongue to him, which has him humming in satisfaction.

You take a moment to swallow – with some struggle, of course – then show Jeongguk your clean tongue this time. A smirk fixes itself on his face.

"Such a good girl," he coos, leaning forward, grasping your jaw to kiss you, promptly weaving his tongue between your lips, tasting himself. "Thank you for the present, babygirl. I promise I'll return the favor on your birthday."

© thekaykery 2022

Does this work for the pic rec?

Yes this works omg when I tell you I immediately had this thought when I saw this pic. Thank you for the inspiration, sweetie!

no warnings

"Moona, put that down," he groans, taking the (probably crushed by now) packet of double stuffed Oreos from his daughter's hands for the sixth time. "One hand on the cart, please."

The seven year old listens...for about half a minute before her impressively short attention span is captured by some bright and colorful advertisement and she's skipping towards a ridiculously happy mascot.

Seokjin folds over his buggie and sighs into his palm, rubbing his tired eyes while mentally reminding himself he doesn't want to hire a babysitter because he wants to spend as much time with Moona on the weekend as he can.

People told him being a single parent would be hard, but no one mentioned this.

"Moona, whatever you're grabbing, put it back now, please," he says without looking.

"It's okay," your voice is a pleasant surprise when he expected the whining comeback of his daughter, "I don't mind sharing."

When Seokjin lifts his head, he sees you, a total stranger holding open a box of Oroes, and his daughter, a mischievous little brat with her fingers currently clutched around more cookies than they can physically hold.

She freezes, big 'im in trouble' eyes staring back at her father while you giggle, enamoured by her cuteness and boldness.

"I --- I am so sorry," Seokjin gasps, grabbing his kid by the wrist and pulling her back to his side. "What are you doing? You can't just steal people's groceries like that," he scolds her.

"But I wanted cookies and she said it was okay," Moona pouts, displaying the biggest and most pitiful eyes she can manage.

You stroll over with your cart and park it beside Seokjin's. "Really, it's okay," you say with a shake of your head. "She's so cute, how can you say no to that face?"

Seokjin doesn't quite no what to reply. He knows his daughter is cute --- she's got the world wide handsome genes after all --- but he never expected this.

"Yeah, she's cute but she can be presumptuous sometimes. I'm trying to teach her that just because she wants something doesn't make it hers," he chuckles, reminiscing of when he was just a young boy and had to be taught the same lesson.

"Well, if you're okay with it, she can have the cookies. It'll be a gift from me to her."

"Thanks," Seokjin bows respectfully. "I'll pay you back."

"I said it's a gift," you smile and he feels his heart tumble in his chest, "you don't have to."

Damn. Who are you? More importantly, how are you? Did an angel send you to him or were you born this magically beautiful. Your eyes are big and dark like his favorite black coffee; Seokjin feels himself getting lost in them. Your skin is also dark and smooth, absolutely breathtaking and probably really soft. Not to mention your smile, gentle and authentic, like a princess.

Moona tugs at his shirt but Seokjin continues to stare at you, mouth hung open as if he's going to speak but he can't form the words. He's stunned.

"Daaaad," the little girl urges with a bounce in her knees.

"Huh, what? What is it, baby?" he replies, never once looking away from you.

"Can we go now?"

You answer for him, squatting beside the little girl and handing her the rest of the cookies she couldn't grab before. She happily accepts them and thanks you with a tight hug.

"What about you?" she asks with a worried frown. "Don't you want cookies too?"

You sigh, "Yeah, but the last package is all the way up there," you point to the top shelf, "and I can't reach it by myself. Do you think your dad might help me if we ask really nicely?"

Slowly, you stand and find Seokjin's eyes as they go wide in understanding. He quickly nods, moving his cart out of the way so he can do this small task for you, a favor to hopefully spark more in the future. He would really like if this wasn't the last time he sees you.

Stretching his arm over his head, he just barely manages to wrap his fingers around the last box of cookies on the top shelf. But when he pulls his hand down again, he accidentally knocks over the other products stored up there.

Without thinking, you gasp and curl Moona into your chest, covering her body with your own so the tumbling boxes don't land on her soft head. You're expecting to feel several sharp, cardboard edges and corners crash into your back at any second, but you don't feel anything.

Once the avalanche has stopped, you peak your head up and see Seokjin merely inches from your nose, his broad shoulders hovering above both you and his daughter. He gazes into your eyes, just as hypnotized by the moment as you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you breathe, "thanks."

Ever since Moona's mother up and left, Seokjin had difficulty believing in the simple, lovely things of life. But right then, as your lips spread into a grateful and lovely smile, Seokjin feels his heart swelling again for the first time in a long time. And maybe this time, he'll get lucky in love. Maybe this time, things will be different.

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insatiable - TAEHYUNG

(warning! smut ahead- 18+ pls!)

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Looking at you like what?"

"Like you want to eat me," You sighed, glaring at your boyfriend.

He laughed, dragging a hand through his fluffy brown hair. You watched the way his curls wrapped around his long fingers, broken apart before snapping back together in thick, mellow waves.

There was a glint in his eye- one that you had been noticing in the past few weeks, a cocky, persistent sort of look in his eye that had almost completely replaced the shy puppy eyes you were more used to your boyfriend sporting.

"Maybe I do want to eat you- is that so bad?" Taehyung teased, tilting his head to the side in an attempt at playing innocent.

"You're insatiable," You admonished, shaking your head disapprovingly despite the slow growing smile on your face.

His hand flew out in an instant, wrapping around your thigh and yanking you from a sloppy, seated position to laying beneath him on the couch.

"You made me like this, take responsibility and fix me," He demanded, heavy body pressing into yours as his arms caged you in.

You relished in the weight of him, legs parting instinctively to welcome him between them as your hands smoothed down his back. He smirked, leaning down to lick the shell of your ear, sucking the lobe between his lips and grazing if with his teeth, "Come on- I'm aching for it, touch me, please? Need your mouth on me- suck me off like a good girl, yeah?"

"S-Since when did you get s-so bold," You mumbled, nodding as you slid off the couch.

Taehyung looked down at you with hooded eyes, large hands flipping the hook of his belt undone and unzipping his trousers.

You watched with baited breath, slinking between his knees and folding your legs beneath you. It was a serious question- when did he get so bold?

When the two of you met, he was this quiet, shy guy who was too timid to even hold your hand. You kissed him first- that's how shy he was. Maybe it was gradual or maybe you were just too horny to realize it but now he was a different person completely. The longer you two were together, the greedier Taehyung became with you- fucking you against walls, balconies, begging for head in the shower, buying new toys you had never heard of that made your entire body melt.

From the moment Taehyung first made you cum, it was like a spell had been cast and he was instantly addicted. The way your body moved, the noises you made, the way you said his name- he craved watching you fall apart in front of him and he'd do just about anything to get you there.

Sometimes though- sometimes he liked to be selfish.

Sometimes he just liked watching your pretty pink lips stretched around his cock. For a change, he liked being the one who was catered to, the one being looked up at with your wide, watery, adoring eyes.

You reached up towards him, nuzzling his inner thigh with your cheek as your hands pushed his shirt out of the way, tugging his pants and underwear down his thighs to give you better access to him. Your mouth watered as you tugged on his slowly growing erection, wanting him bad.

"Now you're the insatiable one," Taehyung laughed, gathering your hair up into a ponytail and wrapping the strands around his palm. He yanked back so your face turned up towards his at a harsh angle, "You're just as filthy as me- you know that? If I'm insatiable, you're ravenous. Look at you, practically addicted to my cock."

He was right- addicted was the perfect word for how you felt about Taehyung.

Something about him drove you crazy- had you thinking about it all day, ever brush of his hand against yours sent tingles through your body, ever touch made you crave more. You thought it was just a honeymoon phase at first, that it would fade with time like things usually did with past relationships. This was a completely different beast- the more you got to know him, the worse it got. At this point, the two of you couldn't be closer and yet you tried to intertwine yourselves further.

The dirtier he got with you, the more you craved him. No one had ever spoken to you the way he did, the lewd, blunt words he whispered in your ear when the two of you were in the thick of it. Nothing turned you on more and nothing would ever measure up to him- you were completely addicted.

Your friends always warned you about how powerful sexual chemistry was with a person- you just didn't know it would feel so good to be so dirty.

"Wanna suck you off," You begged, wide eyes boring into his as your lips pushed out into a pout.

"You will, baby. Don't worry," He assured before smashing his lips against yours.

He kissed you like he owned you, tongue twisting into yours and licking behind your teeth. He bit down on your lip and kept you asking for more- chasing his mouth with yours even as he leaned completely back, replacing his tongue with his cock, gliding into your mouth effortlessly.

You moaned around his dick, tongue flicking at the head before you closed your lips and sucked. The velvety soft skin of his cock warmed against your tongue, veins and ridges memorized by your mouth. Taehyung's hand stayed fisted into your hair, helping you along as you bobbed up and down on his length- never pushing, just guiding. Your hands wrapped around the length you couldn't fit into your mouth, twisting and stroking rhythmically.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat and then your pussy," Taehyung sighed, head falling back on the couch as he relaxed completely, "Gonna make you cum on my fingers and my tongue and then- maybe if you ask nicely, I'll give you my cock and make you forget your own name."

You moaned around his dick, wet mouth flooding as he turned you on more. You squirmed, thighs rubbing together in some sort of attempt at finding sexual relief. At this point- you were so pent up you'd be surprised if you made it long enough to beg for his cock.

"You like that? Like the idea of me making you cum so hard you can't think straight?" He taunted, eyeing the way your thighs rubbed together. "Bet you're fucking dripping right now- so absolutely soaked you're probably making a mess of your panties, huh?"

You nodded, unable to speak- too focused on sucking his dick. You quickened the pace as his hips began shallow thrusts against your full lips, anchored down by his hand in your hair. He grunted, hips snapping up to yours faster and faster.

"Fuck- I'm gonna," He grunted, pulling you off at the last minute.

You cried out in surprise, glaring up at him, "You didn't finish!" You whined as he pulling you up into his lap.

His wet erection pressed against your thigh as he shrugged, kissing you desperately. Your throat hurt from being fucked hard but your body wanted more, pressing itself against his body and grinding down on his hard on.

"Patience, baby," He teased, large hand gripping your throat and pushing you back by it. You looked at him with bleary, lust filled eyes. Gone was the once shy boy you had known, replaced almost entirely by a confident, dominant man who wanted nothing more but your pleasure. You weren't sure when the switch happened, but you couldn't say you weren't pleased by it. He smirked down at you, noticing the far off, charged look in your eye, "We have all night, remember?"

He looked at you with hooded eyes, chocolate irises on yours, "I'll feed you well, just sit back and enjoy your mean, yeah?"

You nodded dumbly, lips parting as his long, thin fingers tightened around your neck. He smirked, liking the lovesick look on your face- you'd enjoy this, he'd make sure of it.

masterlist.

a/n. if anyone is having a hard time right now, remember it will be alright. you’ve got it. some things are hard to go through and stressful but once they’re over, you’ll be at peace. take time to breathe, calm down. i believe in you <3

[ 10:38pm ] harsh sobs that left your mouth literally crushed his heart into pieces. he knew he couldn’t do anything about the situation you were in but at least he could be there for you.

when you squeezed his neck, another sniff ripping out of your chest and tears spilling out of your eyes, hobi let out a shaky breath. he felt your pain too.

“i’ve got you” a quiet whisper from him makes you cry even more. he holds you tighter, the reassurance you needed almost overwhelming you – but you can’t say you’re not grateful “we’ll get through this”

hoseok places a tender kiss on your hair, tracing soothing shapes on your clothes. you cry your eyes out in hobi’s arms, feeling so small. but with him by your side, you know you can conquer the world even if lately you feel like just existing.

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @jung0ne ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @moonacholy ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddenoudepression ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan

[07:35] — "you want to give them a good performance, right?"

"you're so perfect," you whispered, gently moving the hairs that were covering his face out of the way. "so perfect." a small smile grows on your lips as you admire your sleeping boyfriend, who was resting his head on your chest.

moving your hand to let it rest on his head, you gently played with his hair, massaging his scalp, causing the sleeping male to hum. "y/n?" you removed your hand in surprise. your boyfriend let out a soft whine, missing the feeling of your hand playing with his hair. "why'd you take your hand away?" he finally opened his eyes to look up at you. you were quick to put your hand back in his hair, causing him to hum again. "sorry, love. your voice just surprised me," he chuckled before sliding his arm around your waist.

"are you still sleepy?" you ask, and he nods. "but, kook, you need to go to practice," you remind him, and he shakes his head. "i don't wanna. wanna stay with you," he mumbles, and you giggle.

"come on, love. we can always spend time together later. it's almost eight. you need to get ready." he shook his head and tightened his hold around your waist. "don't wanna."

you let out a laugh as you continued to play with his hair. "jeon jungkook, you're in a kpop group. you need to practice so that you can give your fans a good performance. you want to give them a good performance, right?" he lifted his head to look at you.

"i do." "then get up and get ready. i promise that as soon as you're done, we can do whatever you want."

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just something i wrote while i took a break from studying.

[01:25] — feelin’ sleepy

jungkook snorted as he watched you try to keep yourself up, your head almost falling on the open books spread across your table.

"baby," he called, causing you to jolt up. "huh?" you mumbled, rubbing your sleepy eyes. "why don't you come to bed, hm? you can barely keep yourself up."

you shook your head, picking up a pencil to write your notes. "i have to study for this exam." jungkook chuckled as he watched you write down random words in your textbook instead of your notebook.

"you were studying all day, y/n. i think you've studied enough." you shook your head. "it's criminal law, kookie."

jungkook made his way towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "i know it's criminal law, but you need to sleep. i'm sure all the studying you did throughout the day is enough." he leaned forward to close the open books.

"but-" "no buts, y/n. i want you to be able to focus during the exam." you whined as he helped you off the chair. "now, let's get you to bed." you lazily followed as jungkook led you to your room, feeling glad that you had decided to shower and change before studying.

you tried to keep yourself up, hoping to sneak out of bed and go back to your books when jungkook fell asleep, but you couldn't. not with the amount of warmth and comfort he provided with arms wrapped around your form.

"just go to sleep, love. there's no need to stress about this exam. I'm sure you'll do well." jungkook whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"but...studying..." he giggled at how you could barely finish a sentence. your eyes eventually fluttered shut, and you allowed yourself to drift off to your dreamland.

"sleep well, baby." he whispered as he placed a kiss on your forehead before allowing himself to sleep as well.

i just finished writing exams lol 

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